My monsters are going to heaven

Before Wen Yuan got off work, a policeman knocked on the door and came in and whispered something into his ear.

Wen Yuan just nodded lightly to express his understanding.

Two days ago, at the behest of Liu Wenyuan, Widow Wang was also injected with a dose of veritaserum.

In the case of being completely out of will control, the confession made by the widow Wang is almost the same as before.

It is enough to show that she did not testify against perjury.

Just judging from her waking up this morning, she also encountered the same problem as Zhang Ruoshan.

People are crazy.

It seems that this drug has too many side effects.

"Then... what should she do?" the policeman asked in a worried voice, "One who is crazy can still say that he can't stand the stimulation, but now two are crazy, it's hard to find out from the higher authorities."

Wen Yuan let out a long sigh, glanced at him, and said, "Did Adjutant Liu explain anything?"

Liu Wenyuan's operation was far outside the normal procedure, and only Wen Yuan and his cronies were the only ones who knew about it.

Zhang Ruoshan can be regarded as a person with a small background.

In case Liu Wenyuan's identity is found out, of course it won't be affected much, and they are the only small soldiers who are unlucky.

The police officer looked panic-stricken: "No, no."

Obviously, Liu Wenyuan didn't think about them from the beginning.

Wen Yuan frowned, a plan came into his mind.

But he hesitated.

He patted the police officer on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Don't say anything, I'll think about it later. I'll let you know later."

The amount of information received from Chen Liancheng today is too great.

It was so big that he was a little reluctant to accept it, like a giant waterfall falling into a small pool of nine inches.

Except for those strange things, every word of Chen Liancheng seemed to hide a mystery.

On the surface Mimi said with a smile that she looks forward to cooperation, but in fact, it is impossible to 'not cooperate'.

This kind of person can sneak into his home quietly and walk into his office without any scruples, not just relying on guts.

Taking a step back, even if what this surnamed Chen said is true, is what he got from that box really just what he said?

Wen Yuan was sure that Chen Liancheng, who was full of lies, must be hiding something, but he had nothing to do with this person.

what to do?arrest him?Or one shot?Even expose this person to Liu Wenyuan?

When Zheng Wenyuan came up with this idea, Chen Liancheng laughed Shi Shiran.

He seemed to understand all Wen Yuan's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Of course you can do this. However, I advise you to think about it again, there is still plenty of time. Farewell."

After saying that, he got up, waved to Wen Yuan, and walked out of the office with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Before closing the door, he raised the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, and made a shooting motion towards the sky, imitating the sound of an explosion in a low voice: "Boom." Then, the corner of his mouth raised, and he glanced at Wen Yuan meaningfully , and then retreated to the door and covered it.

Wen Yuan was covered in cold sweat by him, and he was stunned for a while before chasing him out.

Chen Liancheng's figure has long disappeared.

He called the guard and asked, "How did the person who went out just now come in?"

After all, his office is not the reporting office in the front hall, and the idlers have to be questioned if they want to sneak in.

The guard looked confused: "Who did anyone go out just now?"

Wen Yuan sighed and gave up the questioning.

As soon as he turned around, someone outside the door rushed into the front hall in a panic: "It's bad, there was an explosion in Yuelai Restaurant, dead, dead dead!"

Wen Yuan was startled, and hurried forward to inquire.

After a while, people rushed in to report the same case.

Chen Liancheng's "boom" when he left inadvertently sounded in his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wen Yuan suddenly wished that he had never had any contact with this Chen Liancheng.

But how is this possible?

This kind of person is like paint that won't dry on a doorknob, and once it's on it won't come off with rubbing.

Wen Yuan walked out of the police station full of thoughts.

Looking up, the sky is a deep blue.

I have been dealing with the bombing all day, and before I know it, it is already so late.

Passing by the Zhengyi mirror next to the gate, I subconsciously looked at it. Under the dim light, there was a gloomy, skinny face reflected in the mirror.

Wen Yuan smiled wryly, shook his head, and stepped down the steps in front of the gate.

While riding a bicycle through the market, two people happened to be bargaining for a pheasant.

"25 copper dollars! One piece is not a lot."

"15 yuan, how can a firewood pheasant be worth so much money!"

"What do you call firewood for such a fat chicken? How shameless? If you don't buy it, you will lose it."

……

Wen Yuan glanced at the innocent-looking pheasant in the cage, feeling a little sympathetic for some reason.

——Since the day it was captured, its fate has long been beyond its control.

He stopped slowly, put his foot on the ground, took out 25 yuan, and threw it to the pheasant seller: "Yes, I want it."

Under the angry eyes of the people who didn't buy the pheasant, Wen Yuan satisfactorily pinned the pheasant and its cage behind the bicycle, and kicked off leisurely.

On the bicycle, he still did not forget to say hello to the pheasant: "Do you like steamed or braised in soy sauce?... Seeing that you are so fat, braised in soy sauce tastes better, so let's braise it in soy sauce." Then, he rode to the grocery store and bought a bag of chicken. Braised ingredients.

As soon as he left the door of the grocery store, Wen Yuan ran into an old acquaintance.

Before he could speak first, the man had already grinned at him with his big white teeth: "Hey, did the inspector eat pheasant today? Let me see... tsk tsk, it's so fat, it must be braised in soy sauce?"

Wen Yuan smiled: "Boss Lu also knows me." He weighed the pheasant, "Why don't Boss Lu come to the humble house to give you a favor? Let me give you a farewell dinner with my cooking skills."

Lu Yiming bought ten catties of burning knives, packed two plates of fried peanuts and a plate of sliced ​​lotus root, and happily followed Wen Yuan back home.

The two sat down at the small table in the apartment, poured two glasses of wine, and drank it straight away.

Lu Yiming looked around and joked, "It's the same as when I came back to live last time. Inspector, you don't take care of it."

Wen Yuan coughed, put peanuts in his mouth, and said, "The house here is bare, with only one bed and one table. There is nothing to take care of."

"So, there is something missing in your family."

"It's not just missing one point, it's missing a lot."

"For example," Lu Yiming knocked on the table with great interest, "...a hostess. It must be different if you have a woman to take care of your house."

"Huh?" Wen Yuan was startled, and his chewing movements slowed down.

"At your age, you should have a marriage." Lu Yiming was enthusiastic, "There is a matchmaker in our town who knows beautiful girls from a hundred miles away, or...?"

Wen Yuan coughed as if he was choking, he took a sip of wine, his cheeks flushed slightly, he waved his hand: "Drink as long as you drink, what a girl!"

"Hey, what's the matter, are you ashamed? The color on your face doesn't match you. You don't have a girl you like, right?" Lu Yiming saw Wen Yuan's poker face for the first time, and couldn't help it. I found it funny and teased hard.

Wen Yuan glared at him: "You haven't married a wife yourself, and you still meddle in my business!"

"...I'm different from you." Lu Yiming drank the wine in his glass, "Although I didn't marry a wife, but I..."

Having said that, he himself was taken aback for a moment: But what am I?

Involuntarily, a cold face with sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

He touched his nose and said in a dazed way, "...it's nothing."

"Oh," Wen Yuan thought of something, "I heard that you were engaged to Miss Liu before?"

Lu Yiming just picked up a piece of lotus root, his hands trembled and almost fell on the table, but fortunately he clamped it in time.

He took a bite as if nothing had happened: "ah. What? That marriage has already been called off."

Wen Yuan seemed to be a little drunk after drinking several cups in a row. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Yiming: "Why did you call off such a good marriage?"

Lu Yiming pursed his lips and smiled, filled Wen Yuan's glass, and said, "You'd better drink your bar."

Wen Yuan didn't ask any further questions, but drank the glass of wine and murmured, "Why do I feel like something is missing?"

"Well," Lu Yiming nodded, "I also feel like something is missing."

The two looked at each other, and said in unison: "Pheasant!"

I forgot tonight's main course!

Wen Yuan rushed out, and there was only an empty chicken coop on the back seat of the bicycle.

He kicked his bicycle reeking of alcohol: "Where's my chicken?!"

Lu Yiming laughed and pulled him back into the house, went out to find the nearest roasted stew stall and bought two roasted chickens, only then managed to calm down the slightly drunk Inspector Wen.

Two roasted chickens, one plate of sliced ​​lotus root, two plates of peanuts, and ten catties of knives were quickly swept away.

The two drank so much that they staggered, and Kan couldn't tell the difference between east, west, east, and west.

"...You, do you think there is something different about me than before?" Lu Yiming asked a random question suddenly.

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down carefully, and let out a sneer: "Isn't it just one head, two hands, two eyes and one mouth?"

Lu Yiming scratched his head, eyes full of confusion: "Yes, yes. I don't think it's different either. What exactly is the contract...?"

"What contract?" Wen Yuan couldn't hear clearly, so he asked.

"I, I, am going back. If I don't go back, maybe...someone..."

Lu Yiming's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he fell headfirst on the bed and fell asleep.

Wen Yuan patted the table and laughed.

That's it, still, dare to call yourself a good drinker...

Lu Yiming didn't make any more sound.

It seemed that he was really asleep.

Wen Yuan couldn't adapt to the sudden silence for a while, he held his head and stared intently at the sleeping face under the yellowish light of the kerosene lamp.

That face, when awake, is a freehand landscape painting with bright spring and sparkling water.

When she fell asleep, it looked like a running script with flowing clouds and flowing water, every stroke was just right, just sitting there quietly, people couldn't take their eyes off.

Wen Yuan was inexplicably dazed, rubbing his temples hurriedly, trying to sober himself up.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a polite and restrained knock on the door.

Wen Yuan struggled to stand up and raised his voice to ask, "Who?"

The people outside the door did not respond.

The alcohol made Wen Yuan lose his usual ability to judge, and subconsciously staggered to the door and opened it.

A tall black figure stood in front of the door, and the light from the kerosene lamp hit the man's face, outlining a deep and handsome outline.

"Ah..." Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes, "Ah, Ah Jin?" He laughed, "Are you here to pick up Yiming?"

Kim Poro let out a "hmm" and went straight into the room, pulled up the person on the bed, put it on his back and carried it on his back.

The whole movement was done in one go and naturally, so coherent that even Wen Yuan was secretly amazed.

"disturb."

Leaving these four words behind, Kimporo strode out the door behind his back and closed the door behind him.

Wen Yuan stared blankly at the door for a long time before he began to think about a question: How did he know that he was here?

The head hurts slightly.

Wen Yuan scooped up a handful of water from the washbasin and washed his face, his mind was gradually awakened by the pain and coolness.

He thought of the chicken he bought for 25 yuan, and walked out unwillingly.

Maybe it wasn't stolen, but ran away by himself?

He turned on the flashlight and walked towards the bushes in front of the house.

On the ground between the bushes, he saw blood splatters, and a few chicken feathers stuck to the half-dried blood.

My heart thumped.

It seems that the pheasant is more than auspicious.

Following the bloodstains, Wen Yuan walked all the way to the eaves next door.

There is no more blood here.

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows, and was about to turn around to leave when a sudden intuition made him raise his head subconsciously, and met a white ball of meat.

He widened his eyes and shone them with his flashlight.

That meatball was a little doll.

The white and tender little doll who hid in the bushes last time.

He was lying there hugging the pillars under the eaves like a sloth, his eyes were rolling around, and there were some red marks on his mouth.

"Ha," Wen Yuan smiled, "Little baby, so you stole my chicken." He yawned, and instead of being angry, he said softly, "This chicken is a black-feathered chicken that only lives on the mountain. Pheasant, much more delicious than ordinary reed chicken, you have to pay me."

The little baby made a face at him, swayed, jumped up to the roof, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.